The day when I was forcibly bound by an NPC

Jiang Zhaonian was laughing happily, he didn't push the trolley today, he only brought supplies and a small box for Frostgrass and went into battle lightly, which made his actions more brisk.

Frostgrass can only be collected in the snow, and its growth is not dense. It is a very rare raw material.

Jiang Zhaonian walked eastward all the way, avoided the danger zone according to the mage's map, and finally touched the Dark Mountains.

I heard that there are infinite dangers hidden in the depths of the Dark Mountains, but because most of the mage's activities are concentrated in the forest, and he has never entered the depths of the mountains, so he can't give a safe route map.

Therefore, Jiang Zhaonian does not plan to go too deep this time, just explore the outside.

Frostgrass is too rare, Jiang Zhaonian was prepared to get nothing all day long.But luck is like this. When you are full of hope, but it doesn't go well. When you give up your idea and plan to pick up a guarantee and leave, you will get the surprise arranged by it instead.

When Jiang Zhaonian was exhausted and turned over another hill, giving up hope and preparing to return, he followed the mountain road all the way down, and suddenly found a large area of ​​neatly grown frost by the side of the valley Grass.

For unknown reasons, the ice shell near the stream melted into snow water with crushed ice, which not only facilitated the growth of Frostgrass on the rocky beach, but also facilitated his picking.

Jiang Zhaonian opened the box, pounced on it in surprise, and carefully uprooted the frost grass one by one.

Who would have imagined that when he set off, his container was actually too small?There are so many Frostgrass here that three more boxes can hold them!

Soon, Jiang Zhaonian plucked out a small piece of frosty grass, and didn't finish the work until he stuffed the box so hard that no more seedlings could fit in it.

He looked at the remaining large bushes of flowers on the ground, his eyes showing reluctance.

After working for the mage these days, Jiang Zhaonian also developed some sincere interest in potion refining.

Seeing such rare materials, he wished he could collect them immediately and put them in the collection cabinet to be at ease.

Jiang Zhaonian squatted down, stroking the remaining frosty grass eyes and showing kindness: "Don't worry, I'll come back tomorrow and take you all away."

Jiang Zhaonian happily left the dark valley, returned to the mage's small courtyard, told him the great news, and said that he would go again tomorrow.

Of course the mage would not object.Together, the two processed the fresh material until the tip of the moon.

And at this time in the dark mountains...

Deep in the mysterious and dangerous valley, the black-haired elf just finished remembering his No.70 "beloved wife".

The elf gently placed a frost grass in his hand in front of the tombstone.He raised his head and saw the full moon in the sky, and his sad and heavy heart recovered a little bit.

The best viewing day I have been looking forward to for a whole month is finally here.

The elf jumped and walked towards the valley.He planted large expanses of Frostgrass there. After the new snow, the Frostgrass broke through the snow, shining with silver lights under the full moon. This was his favorite beauty.

"Frost Grass, which symbolizes loyal love, you are so pure and lovely..."

The elf hummed indistinctly, and arrived at the valley full of expectations. He came to his frosty grass, and was about to admire it... when he saw a small piece of his beautiful flower bushes were plucked, and the black stone was bare. beach.

The elf's eyes widened in disbelief, and the smile disappeared from his face.

He angrily grabbed the water elf in the stream who was trying to lower his sense of existence: "Who did it, who stole my flowers?!"

"The Great King, calm down," the water goblin cried, with water dripping from her eyes, "Who in the valley dares to touch the King's things, it's, it's an outsider who has never seen it before!"

"Outsider?" The elf laughed mockingly, "So you mean that the thief can't be caught?"

"No, no, my lord, spare me—"

In the sound of the water goblin's begging for mercy, the angry elf grabbed it hard and turned it into a bursting water flower, which fell back into the stream from between his fingers.

The seriously injured water elf didn't dare to complain, and immediately gathered himself up and hid in the deepest water, hugging his poor, weak and helpless self tightly.

With a dark face, the elf set up arrangements beside the frosty grass.

If that little thief dares to come again if he is not greedy enough, don't blame him for taking action himself, let that little thief experience the anger of an elf king.

On the second day, Jiang Zhaonian bid farewell to the mage, took a large medicine box, and set foot on the road to the Dark Mountains with more anticipation than the previous day under the mage's "be careful of safety".

This time, he touched the valley with familiarity, and happily started today's harvest.

Before departure, Jiang Zhaonian specially put a small box inside the large box. He calculated, and when added together, it was almost enough to fill the frosty grass.

When Jiang Zhaonian knelt down and touched the first grass stalk, in the valley, the ears of the elf who was weaving a rattan cage suddenly moved.

He pulled off the hood of his cloak and looked in the direction of the valley.

The elf narrowed his eyes slowly, showing a long-awaited smile: "The little thief has come to accept his punishment."

Using the power of nature, the elf quickly climbed over many mountains, and before he got down to the edge of the valley, he saw the figure of the thief.

He smiled coldly, withdrew his strength, and walked towards the man step by step.

Jiang Zhaonian lowered his head, looked at the two full boxes in distress, and looked at the few Frostgrass trees left on the ground.

He thought for a while, put the small box aside, stood up and tugged the shoulder strap on the big box, moved it to his chest, frowned, pressed it with one hand, and squeezed out a little more space, feeling that it was enough to accommodate the last Only then did he show a smile, grabbed the broken hair on his forehead and squatted down again.

"You are..." The elf looked at his movements, his expression gradually became dazed, and his angry voice immediately softened, like a spring breeze, "What are you doing?"

He gently covered his chest, and said in his heart: Honey, I seem to have met my love again...

Jiang Zhaonian had just put the last Frostgrass into the box, and fastened the lid carefully, when he heard the sudden sound, he was startled and almost fell to the ground.

Jiang Zhaonian hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the rocky beach, and looked at the person who was still in shock: "Who are you, why do you walk without making a sound...?"

The person who came was wearing a white cloak, and a few strands of long black hair ran out from it, making his skin white as jade.

The handsome and beautiful woman smiled slightly, stretched out her hand to lift Jiang Zhaonian: "Sorry, they all said that my steps are too light."

"I live in a nearby valley, and I saw someone here just now, so I came to have a look." The beauty leaned over beside him, watching Jiang Zhaonian's movements, "Are you collecting these weeds? I know there are people nearby. There are many."

"??? Weeds?!" Jiang Zhaonian was so shocked that he could barely speak.

The beauty raised her eyebrows suspiciously: "Why? This thing grows wildly all over the mountain, and I have never seen anyone want it, even if I feed it to animals."

For a moment, Jiang Zhaonian couldn't help wondering whether the book the mage gave him was outdated, so that he couldn't keep up with the latest situation in this world... He looked at the beauty who was still waiting for his answer, scratched his head, and said: " I'm useful... but what I've collected is enough."

The corner of the beauty's mouth curled down, as if to say something.

Jiang Zhaonian said: "Today my box is also full, otherwise I will go back and ask the mage if you need it, come back tomorrow."

The beauty smiled and rolled her eyes: "Okay. If you need it, you can come back to this place and I'll know if you blow this whistle. If you don't need the Frost Grass, feel free to mention any other places I can help. I am very familiar with this valley."

He handed over a leaf whistle.

Jiang Zhaonian took Ye Shao and asked strangely: "Why... uh, why are you so kind to me?"

The beauty said: "I live in the mountains, and it's rare to meet a few people... especially someone as good-looking as you. Make friends, isn't it good?" His eyes were lingering, and there seemed to be endless affection.

Jiang Zhaonian inexplicably felt a little embarrassed, he tugged at his cuffs helplessly, "haha" laughed dryly, stepped back a little quietly, and said, "It's pretty good, you're such a good person."

The elf saw his small movements and didn't say anything.He whispered in his heart, he is so cute.

Jiang Zhaonian was shrouded in the gaze of the strange beauty, and felt that the gaze made him more and more uncomfortable.He moved his feet, adjusted his shoulder straps, and picked up the smaller box: "Well... I finished picking grass, and I have something to do when I go back, so I'll go first."

The elf raised his voice behind him: "Then you must remember our agreement tomorrow!"

Jiang Zhaonian said: "I know, I know, I will ask him for you."

The elf watched Jiang Zhaonian's leaving back, and slowly put away his smile.

He recalled the "mage" Jiang Zhaonian said, and that annoying figure immediately appeared in his mind.

It sounds like his lovely lover is very close to that nasty guy.

Looking at the figure of him rushing back in a hurry, does it look like he can't wait to meet his lover?

How enviable.

Fire burned in the elf's eyes.

If they really are that kind of relationship...

Thinking of this, the elf slowly let go of his smile.

His smile gradually changed: If they really had that kind of relationship, wouldn't it be better?

After all, it's my favorite thing to do.

The elf licked the corners of his lips, and there was a hint of certainty in his smile.